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THE MYSTERY BEGINS: EXCERPT FROM MY NOVEL “THE SPIRITS OF JADE”
EXCERPT FROM MY NOVEL “THE SPIRITS OF JADE” Whenever people asked Jade to describe what happened next, the only word she could come up with was “beautiful.” It’s not a word that anyone would expect, but that was the first thought that appeared in her head when she stood at the threshold of her mother’s Continue reading
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A Poem Written on my Last Birthday
LET MY VOICE BE PURE Let my voice be pure To sing the spirits of the stones; Let my mind be focused Upon an awakened world to birth. Let my heart beat in one With the son of the suns And let my soul find peace In the precise space and time where I was Continue reading
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An Ode to Turquoise
Turquoise: Sacred Inclusion Turquoise is what you call me; though many names have I I span all the ages and domains I can connect the earth and the sky I am the sun, the moon and the stars The thunderbolt and the gentle rain I am the eagle and its prey I am the heart Continue reading
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“The Cuban Connection” – Chapter from my novel “The Spirits of Jade” (2011, Carnelian Press)
-Chapter 30 from “The Spirits of Jade,” Skye Stephenson – The Cuban Connection Barbara did manage to convince Jade to go to the art exhibit on 23rd Street. What had done the trick was when Jade learned that the exhibit was at the Center for Cuban Studies. According to Barbara, several of the top painters Continue reading
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BUSINESS AND PLEASURE
Our individual health is intimately connected with the health of our community, state and society since the attitudes, values, and actions of us collectively influences each and every one of our individual lives. Recent events and budget decisions in the state of New Hampshire are poignantly bringing home this truth to all of us, whatever Continue reading
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“The Eagle and the Condor” Reading from my book – The Spirits of Jade (Skye Stephenson, Carnelian Press, 2012)
A reading from my story – The Spirits of Jade – at its book launch. Continue reading
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I’s Path – poem from “Ebbo: Offering”
I’S PATH It is a tree A leaf A shining peace Of glass Grass It is the grass Comfort me Hold me in your embrace Sun Sun-light – Shafts of it Obliquely You fall Upon my face Caress me Alone am I Voyager on a road Without End. Click A moment in the mind’s eye Continue reading
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